Morning
My eyes opened
as the morning sun
tapped me on my face.
Upon fully awakening
I realized
that I was alone,
left to wallow
in the despair of
found loneliness.
Ah, but turning,
upon the pillow next
to me was
one single hair,
an eyelash, long,
beautiful.
I thought I dreamed
but there it was,
ah, but if only?
Stepping from my bed
I noticed on the floor
one silk stocking
that reminded me
of a time when each
day was new
and awashed
with sunlight
as today.
Stretching,
I can almost smell
the scent
of my obsession
wafting through
the hallway
of the house.
Walking, I could
hear humming
magically thriving
on the sullen breeze
from an open window.
Turning into the kitchen,
there you were,
naked accept for the apron
donned to protect as
you cooked the morning fair.
You turned to me,
Smiling and said,
“Good morning, love”
and my sunshine gave
into day.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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